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William Congreve (1670 – 1729)


English playwright and poet.
William Congreve
Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.
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Invention flags, his brain goes muddy,
And black despair succeeds brown study.
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Ah! Whither, whither shall I fly,
A poor unhappy Maid;
To hopeless Love and Misery
By my own Heart betray’d?




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Eternity was in that moment.
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Love's but a frailty of the mind,
When 'tis not with ambition joined.
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Let us be very strange and well-bred:
Let us be as strange as if we had been married a great while;
And as well-bred as if we were not married at all.
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Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast,
To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak.
I've read, that things inanimate have mov'd,
And, as with living Souls, have been inform'd,
By Magick Numbers and persuasive Sound.
What then am I? Am I more senseless grown
Than Trees, or Flint? O force of constant Woe!
'Tis not in Harmony to calm my Griefs.
Anselmo sleeps, and is at Peace; last Night
The silent Tomb receiv'd the good Old King;
He and his Sorrows now are safely lodg'd
Within its cold, but hospitable Bosom.
Why am not I at Peace?
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It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.
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Retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.
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Careless she is with artful care,
Affecting to seem unaffected.
William Congreve
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.




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O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
William Congreve
For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
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Say what you will, tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
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I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
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Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent
The base Injustice thou hast done my Love:
Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress,
And all those Ills which thou so long hast mourn'd;
Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd,
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
William Congreve
Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
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I know that's a secret, for it's whispered every where.
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If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
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O, she is the antidote to desire.


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